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Motionless

By razorlicious

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His limbs malnourished (skin discoloured) His tired eyes (sickly expression) He walks jaggedly (wavering about) His skin clings to young but old bones His lips lifeless (seldom smile) His motionless words (slurred pleas) He stumbles about (directionless) His greying hair makes him older His body deteriorating (tobacco-stained fingers) He commits a slow suicide (barely cares) His family breaks (falls into tiny pieces) His last hope topples to the groundFor my uncle. Written January 10th, 2002 © on Jan 12 2002 03:03 PM PST   18 • 0 • 1

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